664: About Ti.
664: About Ti.
Swing!
The Butcher’s Thunder Axe crashed down to the ground, releasing a discharge of lightning that sent shockwaves through the nearby demonic beasts.
Their bodies quivered involuntarily as the Butcher dashed into their ranks, not even bothering to lift his axe from the ground.
The weapon was responsible for the lightning discharge, and to maintain the spell, it had to remain embedded in the ground for a few seconds until the mana infused within it ran out.
Taking advantage of their vulnerable state, Butcher unleashed a flurry of punches, his hands moved with such speed that the demonic beasts, still trembling from the lightning strike, could only watch helplessly.
They couldn’t track his movents, and in the next instant, Butcher’s hand would plunge deep into their chests.
He moved with a frenzy, his hands a blur as they pierced through the chests of the upright beasts and the brains of those on all fours.
It was as if his hands were phasing through them, crushing their hearts or destroying portions of their brains.
He knew they wouldn’t survive such catastrophic damage to their vital organs.
Once he was done, he phased his hands back out of their bodies.
When he finished, the bodies of the demonic beasts he had attacked slumped lifelessly to the ground, but every surge of power has its limits, and as the mana fueling the lightning axe was depleted, the lightning discharge ceased, allowing the remaining demonic beasts to recover.
Now, Butcher found himself deep within the horde of demonic beasts.
The surviving creatures turned toward him, their eyes glowing red with rage, seeing their fury directed at him made Butcher chuckle, his voice crackling with residual electricity.
“Cute.
Recall,” Tempest Butcher said, as a bolt of lightning materialized in his right hand, transforming into his massive battle axe.
He gripped the weapon firmly with both hands.
[Second Form.]
Dragging his two-handed axe through the air, Butcher split it into two smaller one-handed axes, channelling his mana into them, causing the weapons to sparkle brilliantly with white lightning that shimred with blue hues along the edges.
As the demonic beasts charged toward him, Butcher drew both axes back, fully aware that his mana reserves were dwindling.
However, he was confident he wouldn’t be eliminated by this group of Tier 4 beasts yet.
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